Edward Macdowell: Winter, No 4 from 4 Little Poems Op 32
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Try to bring out the chill and stillness in your playing.
A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
There was no leaf upon the forest bare
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel’s sound.